Optimism Novels & Stories

I really need not to worry so much. After several hours, when the tantalising aroma of food and drink fills the air, a symphony of laughter and chatter permeates the night air. The vibrant energy pulsates as people effortlessly intertwine, their smiles illuminating the space. The infectious joy spills over, igniting an impromptu dance floor. In this moment, all the shadows of despair dissipate, and a glimmer of hope emerges, illuminating a future brimming with light and bliss.

“No, you’re not. You’re looking at it like it personally ruined your life.” Despite everything, I smiled. “Maybe it did.” She chuckled and set her book aside. “Any luck?” I shook my head. “Nothing.” Her expression softened immediately. “Something will come.” “I feel like you’ve said that every day this week.” “I have.” “And?” “And eventually I’ll be right,” she replied. I laughed despite myself. That was one thing I loved about Maya. The woman could find optimism in almost anything. Meanwhile, I could find disaster in almost anything.

Never Again 🌷 “Promise Yourself To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet. To make all your friends feel that there is something in them To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. To think only the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best. To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own. To forget the mistakes of the past

"I'll drive you home." In the car, I was crashing from exhaustion and adrenaline. "The show is going to be a disaster," I said. "It's going to be perfect." "How do you know?" "Because you care this much. Because you're willing to work until 3 AM to get it right. That kind of dedication shows in the final product." "When did you become an optimist?" "When I started rebuilding my life with nothing to lose." At my apartment, I was too tired to think. "Stay?" I asked.

“It is. If you don’t believe in it, if you don’t work for it, then it won’t become reality.” I smiled wistfully, wondering if I’d ever been this optimistic. “Don’t blame this on me being young,” she warned, her eyes flashing with annoyance. “Being positive is not a trait of the young. You are being a grumpy old man by choice.” A laugh burst out of me. Isadora smiled. Then she became unguardedly hopeful. “Jude, I want to be happy. I want us all to be happy.”

As I stretch lazily in bed, savoring the warmth of my blankets for just a moment longer, I can't help but feel a spark of optimism igniting within me. For the first time in days, ever since the last time we had diner with him…, I find myself looking forward to the day ahead. There's an inexplicable sense that something good is going to happen today. I don’t know why, but I can just feel it; it's an anticipation that thrums through my veins, making me feel vibrantly alive.

He smiled. I felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over that small spark of hope that had emerged. But I would take whatever he gave me, and in the end... well, maybe there didn't need to be an end. What could I do? I was an incorrigible optimist, and I believed I could win this man over, one day at a time. Like everything in life, I just needed to be persistent, resilient, patient, and show him how good it could be to be with me. He was staring at me, waiting for an answer, but seemed to want to see right through me. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Well, since 2030, the world manage to work as one despite the different beliefs and races. Terrorisms are gone and peace flooded all over the world, crime rates in each country have descended to 20-30% per year since then. Hence, everyone manages to have a better living and develop Science and technology to their finest. So this pandemic is just one of those challenges that we need to surpass, I am sure we will win this one soon." I smiled secretly because of that. Sean is such an optimistic person despite the cold persona he is showing to everyone, he's one of those people who stays positive even in great despair. But then, if there are people like Sean, there are also peoples who bring ne

"Can't you see? The time is wrong!" "No, it's not!" Six argued again. "You really need to calm down. Don't sweat it. It won't help matters. And you know it." I was frustrated. "Damn it! Why are you being so optimistic today?" "Maybe because I realized that pessimism won't get us anywhere? Besides, things are going well. You are learning to walk again, you gained access to your offshore bank account, Winter is still alive, you are away from that toxic bitch, and you finally got in contact with the elders. Can't you see? You are gradually making headway? All you need to do now is relax and be patient!"

But there was a lingering fear, a flicker of uncertainty that tempered my optimism. I resolved to give him the benefit of the doubt, to embrace the possibility of a love that could transform both of our lives. Perhaps this was our chance for redemption, an opportunity to rebuild what had been broken. With cautious optimism, I clung to the hope that his words were genuine, that they held the promise of a brighter future for us both.